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Agatha Eugene Blackwell smoothed her evening gown and trudged on gracefully towards the chestnut tree which sat in the middle of the park. She held her parasol tightly in one hand - not like she needed it, but she always kept it with her.

There was something strange about her, as she walked her feet hardly seemed to touch the ground. She moved swiftly and gracefully, slowly when she wanted to.

As she approached the chestnut tree she inspected the ground carefully and sat waiting for the crowd of eager children which surrounded her in the evening to listen to tales by moonlight.

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Agatha sat in the midst of eager children waiting for the usual tales by moonlight she told them.

She looked around her small and eager crowd. She cleared her throat and began. 'Farah is the most powerful of the eleven supernatural. She has all of their powers together and more. These supernaturals were the messengers of the gods. Humans couldn't talk to the gods, they could only summon the supernaturals, but these supernaturals could decide not to answer the calls of humans when they were summoned. Apart from having all the powers of the other supernaturals, she had wisdom and glamour. Something, not one of them even sorcery possessed.

Once upon a time, it was prophesied that the prince of Tarinia will be Betrothed to the princess of Narunia.... yes that prophecy came to pass a day two days after the young prince sister was stolen but what happens when the prince is missing, and the kingdom is cursed by an evil spell not to see the rest of the world again. An evil witch is behind this all but only Farah can break that curse by finding the prince and bringing him to his Betrothed but no one knows how to control or tell Farah what to do, no one knows if the princess of Närunïa Betrothed still lives... no one can see through Farah's her glamour except one that is born of a pure royal Tarinian blood. When the princess of Narunia begins to see through Farah's glamour questions begin to rise.....'

'Lady Blackwell.' Ciarán began. 'What are the names of the other supernaturals?'.

'Oh forgive me for forgetting that little detail.' She apologized immediately and continued. 'Fate, Time, Sorcery also known as Magicka, Nature, Past, Future, Present, Cupid, Bender, Karma, and Farah.'

Dedicated to Christabel Dennis-Nnorem

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A black raven perched on the juniper tree by the window of the king's chambers. It used it beak to peck at the wood vigorously. It feathers were sleek black and the bird had no blemish.

Mother nature probably took all her time carving this beauty.

But who knows?

In the king's chambers sat King Nä-rüto of the kingdom of Nä-runia with his wife queen Nä-tashâ and their only daughter princess Nä-rael.

Nä-ræl's brunette hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her delicate fingers held a knitting pin in which she used in trying to knit a sweater for her self.

Unable to make a perfect loop to begin she sighed and dropped the pin beside her and tuned into her parents conversations.

'Well we've waited two years. Her Betrothed might have been long dead. Prince Lëo-Ræphå-el has been missing for several years and the kingdom has been consumed by darkness. Only näbouɠh knows what abomination the king and queen of Tærïniã did to offend the gods and the supernaturals. We have waited long enough Rüto we have to find an eligible suitor for her.' Nä-tashâ said to her husband the king while running her fingers lovingly through his hair.

The black raven stopped pecking at the wood and sat up as if trying to listen to the conversation. It's head swayed to the side as if understanding what the king and queen were saying. It flew up and perched on another sturdy branch and began pecking at the wood, stopping occasionally and glancing towards the king's chambers.

'Only Farah and perhaps Past knows the answer to this questions. I'm very reluctant in finding her a suitor because of the bond she shares with prince Lëo-Ræphå-el. Cupid made it to be. They are Betrothed we can't just....' Nä-Rüto trailed off clearly frustrated with the situation at hand. 'Only if they were here. Or if only Farah was here. She basically has all their powers.'

'What do you mean if only Farah was here? She's right here.' Nä-ræl said picking up the knitting pin once more and squinting as if she couldn't see what she was doing properly.

'What do you mean here? I don't see her anywhere. No one can even see her except she appears in her true form.' Nä-Rüto replied sitting up straight and looking around as if expecting Farah to appear out if no where which was very possible.

'Father maybe old age has begun to affect your eyesight. I see her right there by the juniper tree. Sitting on a branch in her true form.' Nä-ræl argued.

'What bollocks. I see nothing but a black raven. By näbough what has gotten into your head. Perhaps you need to see a healer.'

'Well there are many who look but don't see, many who have sight but no vision. Nabough shouldn't have wasted eyes on someone like you.' Came a voice out of nowhere.

As if on cue the black raven flew through the window and landed in the floor of the chambers gracefully before a colorful mist encircled it - and there appeared Farah in her true form.

She stood in the middle of the room, her short dark green curly hair hit her shoulders and bounced softly. Her dark skin glowed and her skin was covered with leaves. What was supposed to be a chemise was made with leaves and grasses.

The feathers from her sleek black wings shone beautifully and fluttered by the evening breeze.

Another gift the gods gave Farah were her wings and dark skin.

Being dark skined was a gift from the gods because that meant as you could withstand all weather conditions nature decided to give, but of course Farah was not human so climate didn't affect her.

Her eyes were wide with brown pupils and perfect white eyeball save for a brown streak that started from her left pupil to the end of her eye. She didn't spare a glance at the king but instead inspected her long bony fingers.

Her small frame made her look like a fifteen year old girl.

'Farah!' Nä-Rüto exclaimed joyfully. 'How wonderful of you to grace us with your true form.'

However the queen wasn't quite enthusiastic about Farah's presence in the castle because she feared her greatly.

'Yes.' Nä-tashâ said forcing a smile. 'How wonderful.'

'Well it's a one time thing. Consider yourself lucky. You needed me?'

'Yes we truly did. We were wondering....' The king began.

'Well then keep wondering.' Farah said cutting him off.

'No what I meant is...'

'We all mean a lot of things...'

Nä-Rüto sighed. 'Do you think prince Lëo-Ræphå-el still lives. Do you think we should find another suitor already. It's been nineteen years since he went missing. He was so young. Age three.' He mused.

'I always think about a lot of things.' she mused too.

'Time will tell.' She says her eyes twinkling mischievously as she gave the queen a pointed stare, noticing the fear radiating from her.

'So.... You're saying I should talk to Time? You basically can...'

'I never said that.'

Farah vanished leaving a cloud of grey mist behind her. Nä-tashâ breathed a sigh of relief and smoothed her evening gown.

'Oh well.'

The king stood up and walked round the room.

He used his fingers to smoothen his beard, thinking, then suddenly remembered something. 'How in näboughs name were you able to tell Farah was here?' He directed the question at Nä-ræl who had begun to make progress with her knitting.

She shrugged. 'Well Farah said, "Many look but don't see.'